The crowd threw streamers. Kevin stood in the center of the ring, chest heaving, and for a moment he saw them: David at the airport, waving goodbye before the tour of Japan. Kerry on the beach, laughing, the prosthetic foot hidden beneath a sock. Chris, the smallest, begging for one more chance in the ring. Mike, pale and thin, saying I just want to make Dad proud .
He got in. He drove home.
“I’ll call Mom,” he said, and hung up. The Iron Claw
The moment passed. The lights came up. Kevin climbed through the ropes and walked down the aisle without looking back. In the locker room, he sat on a metal folding chair and unwrapped his hands. His knuckles were raw. His knees ached. His phone buzzed: a text from his wife. Kids are asleep. They asked when you’ll be home. I said soon. The crowd threw streamers